How Zombies Survive in the Apocalypse

The next day.

Aiden’s group was surveying the park, which was the agreed meeting place.

The scenery of the misty lake on the cloudy morning was truly gloomy.

Amid that gloomy park, a cracking sound echoed – Crack!

Aiden, holding an axe in one hand, was smashing a zombie’s head.

The zombie crumpled over, its waist bent and body draped like a rag over an old park bench.

Confirming that the creature had stopped moving, Aiden called out to Arian behind him.

“Next?”

“None. That was the last one.”

Aiden nodded and lowered his axe.

Since Asher’s group would soon arrive at this park, Aiden had cleared the area first.

“Then let’s wait near the lake.”